Monday, December 7, 2009

the b.b night

mr.kickboxer turned up at my doorstep with Baskin Robbins(and his apparently lonely Vodka bottle) to celebrate my belated :Dhe felt bad for not wishing on time and it was a good reason to meet up..so there he was at my house 9+pm. suffered by waiting for me to finish work. once done, my mom started her ritual.feeding my dear unsuspecting friends alcohol regardless of who is it-_-'' she has a lot more stashed up for the coming holidays and fruit cake *drools*

*argh typo! HE likes jamoca. i like the almonds*

then it was my turn to feel bad. cause i just said that usually people call and ask what flavour i want to eat but he's the first one that bought something that he liked after trying a whole lot of flavours. i din't mean to make him feel bad-_- sigh* had the wrong effect and meaning i wanted to portray.

which i did quickly explained-_- swt. i though it was refreshing for him to buy what he wanted cause in that case i knew what flavour he liked (+1 point in knowing a friend's likes/dislikes) cause furthermore i eat almost any flavour anyway. asking me would have resulted in "anythinglar" and i order according to the mood:D i do have a favourite baskin flavour but it's more to memories sake then taste seriously.

cause mr.kickboxer is a novice at drinking :D hahaha he had horrible mixing ratios and your dear friend here din't bother to correct him :P cause i am cruel like that *nyehehehe* he had 3 cups, felt a lil woozy and decided to stop..along came yogi bear-_-''' who continuously poured a proper ratio mixture of cranberry juice+vodka....hahah and thus this summarize my night. (and morning...until 3.30am wei! my tummy was growling haha)